This organised mess
in its tactile approach
seems so whimsical
the magic falls on the water
Green and blue is all i see
Estranged we capture dreams
to find out their not ours
i straddle the water front
enrolling in its death
Stop and wait for the lights
the one you love drifted away
the operas you seek
speak another language
seeping away, seeping away
He arise's out of bed,
That is to say the sorcerer
and speaks in his trance
although mistaken he answer's
" do not speak, only breathe"
Maxwell.
Author notes
This is a perception on how reality could be, inbetween our eyes blinking.
What did you think
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Great piece of writing here my friend. I like the imagery you captured here within the words written. Keep it up.
Dark Wishes
Wayne Leon
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Thank you, yeah its more of a display of neoric thought track, than say telling a physical story. i shall look at your work also!!
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